Face Your Luck (1DFF) *book 2*

Max.

I woke up to someone pounding in my front door. I groaned as I got up and left my messy bed to open the door. I glanced at the clock on the wall, it's 8;30 in the morning, what are you doing with your life?

I unlocked the front door and yanked it open. My eyes met with a familiar blue pair.

"Surprise!" He said doing jazz hands.

"MAX!!!" I shouted and lunged forward to him. Incase you didn't know, Max is my old best friend. We lost touch when I left school and I could never find his number again. "What are you doing here?!" I said as I unhooked my arms from his neck.

"Your mum talked to my mum and then she asked me to come visit cause she said you might get lonely?" Max smiled with big teeth. He's got such a goofy smile.

"Yay!" I cheered and invited him in.

"Nice place..." He said and made himself at home on his sofa. "It's very..... It's...." He trailed off, not knowing the word to use as he looked around my bare apartment. I didn't have a lot of stuff, just the basic. There were no pictures except a few of me and Niall, me and my friends, and me and my family. The whole apartment was bland and boring.

"It's crappy, I know." I said to him and he agreed.

"You could really do with livening the place up a bit?" Max suggested, "we should do it together?"

"How long are you here?" I laughed.

"A week, I've got a flight on Sunday." He laughed, "plenty of time! Come on! Go get dressed and lets go!" He said standing up and clapping his hands together.

"Max..." I whined and he gave me a look, "I'm tired..."

"Look! I know you where ill and whatever but ya'll need to get off yo but and get in with it! Now come on! We're going shopping for paint and other decorations." He said grabbing my hands and pulling me up. I wandered through to my bathroom and quickly took a shower. I dried my hair and body and pulled clothes out of my wardrobe. I couldn't really be bothered today so I pulled on some jeans with a top and some hi tops.

I walked back through to Max who was fiddling about on his phone. Speaking of phones, where is mine? I walked back through to my room and took it off the bedside table turning it on. Texts flooded through.

Two from my mum, a few from Cher, one from Troy and about fifty from Niall. I only texted my mum back.

I switched it back off and dropped it in a drawer and went back to Max.